THE END OF LOVE

The End Of Love (part 2)

EPISODE 02

The golden rays of the morning sun were making Qasar-e-Sikandar look even more captivating. Hina was instructing the servant setting the breakfast table to wake Suleiman up, while Sikandar Usman was in his room, selecting a suitable tie from his collection. He was wearing a grey suit and a white-collared shirt. At the knock on the door, he turned and said, "Come in," with a searching look.

"Sir, ma'am is waiting for you downstairs," the servant informed him respectfully before leaving.

Meanwhile, at Suleiman's door, the knocking continued. "Young sir, wake up. Ma'am is calling you downstairs. Wake up!" the servant said in a loud whisper.

"I'm coming, Mirza. Just let me sleep a little longer," Suleiman muttered, lying face down on the bed with both hands under the pillow, the blanket half on the floor and half on the bed. His phone started ringing. One missed call, two missed calls, and on the third ring, he fumbled around the table for his phone. Finding nothing, he groggily lifted his head and looked around with sleepy eyes. He leaned over the bed and finally picked up the phone, answering the call.

"Bako," he grumbled, making a face. His precious five minutes of sleep had been ruined.

"Um, remember today's plan? We need to buy some books," Saad said cheerfully.

"We're going in the afternoon, right?" Suleiman replied.

"Yes, we'll go in the afternoon. What are you doing now?" Saad asked. There was silence on the other hand. "Hello?" Saad called out when he got no response.

"I was just thinking why my morning hadn't turned awful yet, and then your call came," Suleiman said, throwing the phone to the other side of the bed and sitting up. It took him at least five minutes to transition from the world of sleep to the real world. He stretched, yawned, and went to freshen up. When he came out, he was wearing his usual trousers and a casual shirt. Even in his casual state, he looked extremely charming.

Meanwhile, Ibrahim Villa was glowing in the morning light. A loud voice echoed, "Wake up, Laiba! I'm getting late!" Mala was shouting from Laiba's door.

"I'm getting up, just let me sleep a little longer," Laiba mumbled from under her blanket. Suddenly, she sat up, her hair a mess. She remembered she had to submit her assignment today. She quickly got ready, wearing blue skinny jeans and a long white shirt. Her long, straight hair was loose, and she wore small earrings. She grabbed her things and went downstairs for breakfast.

"Mom, Dad, I'll go to Humaira's house after I return from the institute, okay?" Ulfat Begum and Ibrahim Sahab exchanged looks and then gave their permission. Ibrahim Sahab was also getting late; he had an important meeting with the board of directors today.

Kashmala, a beautiful, slender girl with slightly dark skin but pretty features, was waiting in the car. She was as tall as Laiba. Laiba quickly finished her breakfast and rushed outside.

Night had fallen over Canada, but inside the bar club, it felt like daytime. Boys and girls were having fun, dancing in a drunken haze. A girl with bob-cut hair was sitting at the bar counter, typing rapidly on her mobile. "Where are you, Carl? I'm waiting," she texted, feeling bored. Moments later, she got a reply, "I'm in front of you." Wearing black pants and a silver shirt, with his hair pulled back, chains on his hands, and an open collar, Carl walked towards her with a smile.

"How're you, dear?" he asked, sitting down in front of her.

"Ah, I'm not okay. We're going to Pakistan tomorrow. Mom is forcing me to go. She wants me to get married there," she said, her voice breaking.